After a nearly perfect day, where we decided to head to the beach with a picnic to beat the unseasonal 90 degree heat, poked around picking up beach stones and walked the cliffs above the ocean, something happened that made it even better. We were having supper on the deck (still beating the heat) when I remarked to C that the one thing that would make my birthday perfect, would be for a hummingbird to show up. Yep, not a minute went by before a small male hummer buzzed up. He's the first of the year. I don't know if they are back, but he is. He went to the feeder then flew overhead, stopping to rest on a nearby branch. When he took off again, it was to the kitchen window to check out the other feeder, the one that I haven't put up, yet. I love that they come back and that they remember.
Home. Second feeder. Tomorrow.